I tried to punch out these lumps
To satisfy a Nice King- I’m a chump
Smoothness wasn’t his bag
(Turns out he’s not a fag.)
Neither am I, it turns out.
This little teapot, short and stout,
Lacks the stature and the spout
It’s all news to me- I just found out
That I need a man more than a fish needs a bike
Never could get the hang of being a dyke
I’m doing dual duty, a double gay double bind,
What if lumpy fag hags are smooth on the inside?
Perhaps if I keep searching inward I’ll find
The True Meaning of Gender for all Lumpy kind.